Lyrics:
look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
Things ain't always what they seem
Or cracked up
the heart
When I start it's usually endless.
Pop one wit gloves on
Make you check fo forensic, son
In yo appendix, son
You got hit up huh ?
Fuckin'
like a biker boy
We are the So Icy Gang, tatted like a biker gang
Dreaded up, breaded up, wet it up, and bet it up
Bitch, you don't wanna bet, pull up
by, but I can’t catch up, Tellin’ me to standby
One more favor and I’ll crash and burn, one more failure is a lesson learned, If you want Something you
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Ayy, yo, KB, hold up (put your hands in the air for Cardec)
Ya tú sabe' cómo hacemo' la' cosa'
Latinoamérica
República Dominicana
Cuba, PR
Tommy
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
honey's on the jock, show love
Flex the head nod let 'em know, what's up
Ask shorty for the digits so we can link up
I lean to the side, drive by, flash
Flex the head nod let 'em know, what's up
Ask shorty for the digits so we can link up
I lean to the side, drive by, flash the dub
It's the Trigger, we
squeeze out her knees
Like a ninja said please
Mixin' sauce in tha greez
Goin' up by degrees feel tha breeze
All-state
All-way, get up out tha way
Shawty
call me surgeon cause the dick be givin' tummy tucks
If you broke n on yo' ass then get yo' money up
Never tell a bitch "I do" unless she run it up
And I
the time I'm done
Sorry that yo bitch broke your heart
Now she givin' me head in a Huracán
Gettin' chased by the paparazzi
When I pull up to the afterparty
how she shake it move it fast like Maserati huh
She ride a dick like a horse baby saddle up
Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like some Cali bud
Pure
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
beats by the pound like niggas slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good
Got niggas bout it, from baton rouge to st. louis
To cincinnati
Got niggas
Call the president I'm blowin' up ya residence
Spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin' free gotti
Guard your body
Yeah, turn me up, yo
Ayyo I'm like a lifeguard on the beat
When niggas try to rap, I come through and I save the track
I'm fresh like Mannie, fly like
Yo, what up, dunn?
Yo, son, what up?
Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word?
I got to go see somethin' real
Uh
Woke up this morning on some white linen sheets
The bed almost caught ablaze
The temperature's on a hundred in the room
I'm like, "what's up
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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